"Cursed"
Why is this forced upon me,
everything in my life is for all to see,
nothing I do can be a damn secret,
and I can tell no one, because no one will keep it,
most people love me,
and very few hate me,
sometimes it feels like I'm a rockstar,
all I lack is the money, and the expensive cars,
but the way I'm treated is usually the same,
people I've never met, greet me by name,
how the hell did this happen, and what did I do,
I never asked for this, I'm not sure what to do,
it's most peoples dream, to be adored like this,
but its literally hell, sometimes you cant even take a piss,
without somebody talking to you, and tagging along,
I've searched the store but so far I cant find the People-Be-Gone,
everywhere I go I'm invited to a party or show,
and asked to join people I dont even know,
when I'm on a stage I know thats what I was made to do,
sometimes I feel just like a pay-per-view,
because it's like I'm in demand,
everywhere I go, I get a new fan,
theres always somebody that goes out of their way,
to hang around me, just to hear what I say,
and sometimes it just plain annoys me,
but I fear it will go on untill it finally destroys me,
I'm not sure what to do with my new found fame,
I just hope it doesnt leave as suddenly as it came.
